Alexander's POV
"What are you talking about, pops?" He asked, trying to be sure they were on the same page. There was no need to dig his own grave, especially if his grandfather didn't know.
"Stop it, Alexander. Do not try to play on my intelligence. Is your relationship with Stephanie fake? Just a ploy to get me to. hand over the company to you. Have you been lying to your grandfather all this time? Answer me, Alexander." His grandfather asked, his voice going up an octave higher with each word.
Alexander grew silent. He wasn't sure what to say to make this any better. He fucked up; it truly did sound like a good idea at the time, but seeing the look on his father's face right now? He was not so sure. He looked disappointed, and that truly pricked him in the heart.
His silence told his grandfather all he needed to know, and a look of betrayal crossed his face. He shook his head and headed up the stairs without saying a word.
